Act 2: The Straightjacket SQUEEZE

“Since this booty of mine can't keep still, I'll have to tie it down.”

**POOF**

Zatanna snapped her fingers, conjuring a latex straightjacket in her hands. Attached to its back was a long, thick strip above the valance.

Wait, Latex?

Thats right~. Instead of cloth and leather, the restraints were made of a glossy, deep purple latex. In truth, it wasn't even a jacket but a collection of strips in the form of one, nothing like how Zatanna envisioned the prop when her logomancy willed it into existence.

But oh well! Zatanna was compelled to overlook this discrepancy.

“Eit ym dab fles pu~!”

Zatanna stretched her arms out to let the straightjacket slip on them. The material crawled on her arms slowly and sensually, her limbs tingling from the contact despite the tuxedo between them. The rest of the latex jacked wrapped around her sensually stacked upper body, clenching her thin waist and cupping her fat tits. Again, it felt like her jacket wasn't even there, the cool liquid-like fabric feeling like it was touching the Magician’s supple skin directly.

Zatanna gasped when her arms were sized and pulled behind her back. In a moment, the deep purple latex unfurled into a swarm of ribbons that struck out like snakes and seized around Zatanna’s arm, locking them tight and pulling them behind her.

*SQUEEZE*

“Aaaaaah~!”

She moaned when the latex tightened, capturing her entirely in the latex. Her knees buckled at the sensations bubbling in her brain. This was way too pleasant for a setup!

Fortunately, Zatanna regained some composure and inflated confidence, distracting herself from the pleasure with the thought of her imminent apprehension of the lewd scoundrel perverting the Squat Rack and making her debase herself on stage like some ASS-SHAKING SLUT!

Someone who DEFINITELY was not Power Bottom, the voice in Zatanna’s head reiterated. A “fact” that Zatanna’s increasingly malleable mind wholeheartedly agreed with.

You should have turned and run rather than stick around for your fun. Zatanna confidently declared in her mind as she was pulled up from the stage floor. Now that I've tied myself up, you won't be playing around with my body. It's only a matter of time till I find you!

Zatanna made exaggerated struggles against her bondage as she was pulled into the air. “Oooooh, it's so tiiiiiiiiight~.” She sensually drawled, wiggling and rocking in her false peril. She decided to add a verbal distraction to her routine. Voicing a helpless gal getting pleasure and sluttiness squeezed into her by the latex. She knew her honeyed voice would entice the crowd, and her mysterious adversary occupied enough to allow her to search through the audience.

“Gawdess, I can barely move. I’m so helpless~.”

It was a sound plan as long as she didn't lose herself in her “acting” and her orations were not influenced by a bimbo-making miasma.

“If some big burly femme saw me like this, they couldn't help themselves~.”

All while the latex manifested more of itself. From above, two lines of latex latched onto Zatanna’s legs. The wrapping that held her arms detached itself from her back and pulled them up, shooting above to make four lines of latex the magician was hanging off.

*SQUEEEEEEEEZE*

“Huah!” The latex tightened, squeezing her limbs and her core. That warm feeling in her brain and pussy bubbled up again and was growing more powerful.

“They couldn't resist a tied-up bitch like me~!”

While Zatanna was losing herself to her depraved narration, even more latex ribbons fell on her without her noticing.

“Any stud could dick this latex slut any way they wanted~!”

Ok, girl, calm down the porno lines! Uttering about a hard cock finally shocked Zatanna out of the creativity coming out of her super-thick lips.

And then Zatanna finally noticed her legs were outstretched, lifted above her head, and spread eagle, presenting her pussy towards the audience. Definetly not what she intended.

“Nesool em pu!” Zatanna yelled

*SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEZE*

Instead, the latex squeezed her tighter. Her Logomancy again was interpretive of her words, that her libido is what needed to be loosened.

Speaking of, Zatanna’s powers decided to follow her earlier quip. Her body was seized and put into evrey evrey fuck-pose wanted to see for this magical slut.

She was twisted around to make her stomach face downward. All of her four limbs were hogtied behind her back and connected in a single knot.

Her arms were pulled behind her thighs, her wrist tied to her ankles, looking ready to be fucked like a dog.

She was again in mid-air split. Each ankle was in a stirrup, her hands tied up to make it look like she was willingly holding on, slowly twirling her around like a flying ballerina.

**CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP**

And the latex tugged at her hips to make her cheeks once again get to CLAPPIN.’

It was looped around her arms, between her legs, even wrapped around her head,

More than half of her body was covered in latex, one of her eyes obscured, and her hair wrapped up into a ponytail-braid. All of it is squeezing at her sensual form, squeezing out moans from her ridiculously full lips. She futilely struggled against the latex’s embrace. Squirming as it hugged her tighter and tighter, clinging to her like saran wrap, only allowing her movement for the sake of jiggling her fuckable body.

**SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE**

“Ahhhhhhhnnnnn~!!” She gasped again as a ribbon threaded itself between her legs and rubbed back and forth, launching through her spine like lightning,

All Zatanna needed was one sentence, but she struggled to think as her legs were pulled up, ankles locked behind her head. The contortion showcased her plump latex-encased pussy. But she didn’t give in! She fought against the delightful feelings so she could utter just one sentence to get herself free-

“Eit-Aaaaauaaah~!” HerEitnu ommmmmppphhhhhooooooo~!!”

If not for a massive ball gag now stuffed in her sausage-sized smoochers. Stretching the magenta-painted pillows wide, pushing her jaw, she could take it easily. Just like the supersized super femme dicks, she’s stuffed down her super slutsuckers~!

“HMMMMMHMMMMM!!!” Zatanna moaned into the ball gag while throwing her head from the side as her body was lost in the flurry of glossy purple material. Several dozen more latex ribbons flew out from her, enveloping her in a fabric tornado. The latex tied up and bound every limb, and they crept down her legs down to her toes. To grasp every curvy inch and dig into every delightful crevice.

They smothered in the endless flood, wrapping and binding her tight. Juices dripped down in between the gaps on her crotch as her mind really started melting.

After the flurry ended, Zattana was in the center of a spider web. She was fully encased in latex. It was so tight on her that her body was outlined as if she was naked, irreverent of her clothing. She was bound up so tightly that she looked like a purple, mummified sex doll, with her huge tits and huger ASS perfectly wrapped to show off their immense shapes.

**CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP**

But it made sure to keep her butt clapping.

The latex was so tight that Zatanna felt like her brain was being squeezed. It wasn’t just binding her. It was a part of her. Every millimeter of her body was hugged, getting in between her boobs and ASS, even her nipples clearly outlined. Especially prominent were giant cockpillows on her distressed face, wrapped around in a perfect circle against the jaw-stretching ball gag.

There wasn’t anything she could do. Every time these ribbons touched her, stroked her, coiled around her. Every single brush, pinch, or squeeze was so good. It felt so so so good! Pleasure bubbled in her head like Champaigne, breaking down her attempts to resist, dissolving her will. Soon, she couldn’t even think of resisting these wonderful ribbons. She’d never dream of trying to remove them. She’d never want to be free of their grasp.

She couldn’t think of anything she wanted more. Thinking was tooooo hard anyways~. So don't bother thinking and enjoy it~.”

And she did. Zatanna didn’t have a choice.

Her thoughts, typically so fast and sharp, were lost in a sea of latex-purple bindings. It felt like the delightful strands of cloth were wrapping around her brain, cocooning it in a bed of ecstasy that it never wanted to escape her tight latex heaven.

She pulled and tugged at them, writhed, and struggled. But it was no use. The latex wouldn't let her go.

She tried to squirm and pull away, but all she seemed to do was encourage her bondage to

**SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEZE**

The gagged-up Zatanna was helpless to do anything but thrash and jiggle. The pleasure-wrapped slut-sorceress knew the struggle was futile. She was utterly wrapped and ensnared. She just wanted the latex to SQUEEZE her more! Tighten more and MORE~! SQUEEZE out orgasm after orgasm~! SQUEEZE her brain to blissful msuh~!!

**CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP** **CLAP**

The only freedom allowed was for her ASS so it could wobble without end.

“Mmmmmppphhhhhooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~~!!!”

With one last explosion in her pussy Zatanna was eventually lowered slowly onto the floor, still trembling in ecstasy. The wrappings slowly unbound her from her thick thighs to her bulging ASS to trim waist to heavy tits until reaching her sweaty and glazed-eyed face.

Of course, the crowd was still ignorant of Zatanna’s peril. A “positive” that they thought this was part of the show. An “act" that they thoroughly enjoyed, seeing a slutty magician pleasuring herself for their entertainment.

Delight was still burning after she recovered herself, though much less composed than from her opening twerk show. But alongside that fire were two other blazes of embarrassment and fury.

Zatanna was going to Get. This. Bitch!

“Dnif eht hctib!”

She threw subtly out the search for her quarry, peering past the people with mundane levels of inherent magic within them, past the uncommon above average, searching for the most potent source of perversion.

Zatanna's eyes went past the standard seatings towards the VIP area to the notables that Power Bottom has been brainwashing with ASS to expand the influence of her business.

Oh FUCK~!

A volcanic eruption of perversion. No, the emissions from a quasar launched radiant lust across the galaxy.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuaaaaauuuuuuuuuuugggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh~!!

An orgasm exploded out of the sorceress from just seeing it, making the pleasure SQUEEZEED out of her feel like just an itch in comparison. She was still standing, though not from her discipline keeping her up, but the intensity that froze her body in the chilling fire. This mind-obliterating fuck-energy was the most significant concentration. Aside from the one that was enveloping Zatanna.

And it was coming from Power Bottom.

The owner of the Squat Rack was in her booth. Its furnishings were literally made of FINE ASSED HONEYS. Their naked bodies were covered in a glossy neon purple and gold flaked paint.

The barricade separating from the rest of the audience comprised women linked with arms on shoulders, bouncing on their heels to clap their cheeks. The couch was created by two rows of women using their ludicrously fat padding to make the seat and backrest and jutting shelves of bootymeat making the armrest. A woman doing a standing forward fold offered the butt for a nightstand. And a square of cow-posing babes squished their booties together to make a cocktail table.

The bodacious, bootytastic businesswoman was emanating the most potent concentration of this lustful corruption. It flowed like a fountain from her into the audience, especially into the vortex overcoming the Stage Magician.

Power Bottom is a woman who established herself as Gotham's premier power in a short time. Seemingly coming out of nowhere to take over the nightlife scene, and basically Gotham herself with her establishment.

A building built for the sole purpose of bumping booties and putting women in a perpetual twerking slut brained mania. Growing powerful enough to manifest as a corrupting ****. Built upon Gotham's leylines, infected with this corruption, it spread across the city and beyond.

That could only mean…that someone is using Power Bottom for this nefariously perverted conspiracy! Even worse, they used a patsy to trick Zatanna into thinking she was responsible. How heinous! Such an upstanding entrepreneur could be up to something sinister.

They must have drowned her into this lustful energy. With the amount she has been saturated in, she must be nothing more than a bimbo puppet pulled on g strings! How could they do that to such an innocent woman? Who was absolutely in no way the mastermind behind this FAT-ASSED TWERK MADNESS?

It was insidiously brilliant. But Zatanna was even more, and she wouldn't fall for it. Because she spotted someone who Zatanna fully knew wouldn't he

Amongst the seating in line in the middle were segmented sections reserved for VIPs, one of the Squat Rack’s most significant investors. Someone infamous for her disdain for superheroines, seeing them as nothing more than big buttsluts bimbos to put on her lap and *SPANK* into submission.

Veronica Cale.